We got changed in the locker room, listening to music that would get our adrenaline pumping. The game started with a tip-off with us getting the ball and scoring on the first play, but so did the other team. The game was very close. We would score, they would score. No one ever got ahead by more than four points. At the end of the second quarter with ten seconds left, it was their ball and we were down by two. They did a nice play and a girl got a wide open three pointer. Then the buzzer went off and we all looked at our fuming coach and knew what was about to come at half time. You know that scene in the movie, “42” about Jackie Robinson, where the other teams coach is yelling at him saying rude things? And then there’s the heartbreakingly beautiful scene where Jackie goes into the dugout and breaks his bat and screams and cries. That’s what our halftime was like. The coach yelling and us wanting to scream and cry, but still we had determination to win this game. We came back out ready to play and immediately tied it back it up. The game kept going back and forth, until the fourth quarter with a minute left and us up by four. The other teams coach called a timeout and our coach gave us a speech about if we wanted to win, we needed teamwork. Teamwork just like Jackie Robinson and the Brooklyn Dodgers. We came back out and held the game at four points until the buzzer went
Walking out onto the opponent’s brightly lit turf field setting up for the kickoff of the second half just gave me the feeling that everybody knows, my hair starts to stand up, butterflies began to flutter in my stomach, and everything seems to slow down. Looking into the stands and seeing that our hometown fans had traveled four hours in order to outdo the home crowd gave me a sense of comfort. Looking into East Jefferson’s stands and seeing that our fans, despite having to travel all the way down south, outnumbered their fans by at least 70 people. I found myself thinking that this meant just as much to our town as it did to our school and team. This feeling would be just the motivation we needed in order to finish this game
played all out. That’s all that matters is that we had fun and played are
It was nearing the end of our season and we were down to our last two games. The team was looking like
April 5th 2016: 2pm, The rain bore on endlessly, pounding on the school rooftop and turning the soccer fields into vast lakes of dull, muddy water. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, only letting a few rays of feeble sun slip past the barrier. Predicting the game would be moved to another day due to poor weather but instead Coach. Sue Nurse with her
10 March, 2016. 10:45 CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | CONTACT This morning it was announced that Tony Windsor will go head to head against the Deputy Prime Minister to win back his old seat of New England. This ends months of speculation about a political comeback to parliament for the independent politician. Meanwhile,
Ray Karner was a 35 year old man who shovels dead bodies into furnaces. He was the type of person who loved memories. Anything he thought was meaningful, he immediately jotted down in his diary. He had a daughter and a wife who he loved dearly. Many memories of them took up about half of his small pocket book. One after another, great days would pass by. But later he soon came to realize that things don’t always seem the way you want them to be.
I came home from school just like any other day. It was around the end of the fourth grade and I was very exited for summer to be here! I noticed an unusual box sitting in the corner of the room but I paid it no attention as a rambled on to my mom, what I thought was a sectaculer day! Later my dad called my sister and I to the kitchen table to talk. The first thing that crossed my mind was, “oh Lord, what have we done now?” Instead, my dad pointed at the box in the corner. He told us to go look inside and tell him if we recognized where the things were from. As I look down into the box, I recognize the pictures of my family and the past fathers day gifts my sister or I had given my dad over the years that he always had sitting on his desk at
When the visitor sat down next to the rugged window he saw his father in the reflection, it reminded him of when he was young sitting with his mother. He was taken back to that day whenever they were making a plot that would alter his life. He was daydreaming next to the frosted window on a late Christmas Eve with his mother trying to read a story to the young visitor. The mother finally caught the young boy's attention and was talking about plotting an idea. The mother explained to the young boy onto what had been happening. She discussed with him how they were going to try and leave that night, so they no longer had to deal with this non-understandable and incomprehensible human being.
"I asked you that night because I wanted to hear your suggestion. There's no harm in actually checking out the place." James shrugs, taking a bite of his cheese bread. "Call me naïve, but I love talking to new people." James throws Neymar a shy smile. Neymar smiles too hiding his nervousness. He nibbles on his cheese bread.
Turning to look at Kris and his wife, Fred started by saying, “We have a design team for our toys, games, and each of the other product lines we make.” “But,” he continued. “Working together they make sure that whatever we make, is the best of the best.” “When we
Personal Narrative: My Final Hockey Victory Friday night rolled around, it was the game we had all been working so hard for. Knowing we were seniors, we knew it would be the end of the journey.
Day 35 Today I can finally see my surroundings even sometimes my mother's eyes. Just 35 days ago I couldn't do anything. I ate, slept, slept some more, woke up and ate again.. I sleep day in and day out in my mom's pouch. It's very warm and cozy I have a lot of time to think and develop. I spend many hours or even a day in total darkness. Every once in awhile I’ll come out of mom’s pouch. I feel the bright sun on my fur, and smells that come from the forests. I love seeing the new surroundings every day. I hate being in the dark cramped space. Mom tells me I’m very different than her other children. I still don't know if that means or if it's even good or bad. My nose is just starting to come through. Mommy says I look a lot like my father. Which I wouldn’t know because he left right after mating with mom. I still am very tiny though, but it's a long process.
It was an ordinary day in Frankie’s 1st grade class, and the kids were just starting to get hungry.
A month has passed. Inside Cander’s room his alarm clock rings loudly at 5:30am. Cander’s outstretched arm comes swinging down to shut it off. He sits up to expose his bare back, a muscular man, he stands up to reveal his lean, defined appearance. He navigates through the darkened hallway, flicking a light on in a small adjacent room with a wooden floor. He grabs a jump rope from a nearby bench and begins jumping.